“I’m going to enjoy watching your ass turn red.” Stellan all but purred the words out. Her whole body was tense in preparation for his punishment, but all he did was stroke her lovingly with it.
“Look at me.” Blythe lifted her head and watched as Dietrich moved his hand up and down his shaft. His gaze was unrelenting. She was so caught up in watching him that her body relaxed and started to warm from the rhythmic motions. The flat surface of the instrument on her ass and the back of her thighs caused a soothing pleasure. It wasn’t until she heard the whoosh behind her and felt the air shift that she knew what was about to happen. The paddle came down upon her right cheek with such force she teetered forward and let out a cry. The area of abuse screamed in pain, and tears pricked her eyes. Her skin instantly became hot, and she closed her eyes, willing her tears to stay put.
“You’ll keep your eyes on me as he punishes you.” Blythe took a deep breath and did as he said.
“Count the lashes off, querida, and ask for more.”
God. His words should have turned her off, but they had the exact opposite effect. “O-One, Sir.” She licked her lips and stared at Dietrich. “Can I have another, Sir?” He brought the paddle down again on her ass harder than the last time. She didn’t bother muting the sounds of pain that came from her. Stellan rubbed his hand over the heated areas soothingly, and the warmth in her ass started to slowly spread up her body. And damn Dietrich and his unwavering stare. It was making this whole situation unnerving.
Blythe gasped out, “Two, Sir. Can I have another?” Asking for more made this even worse, but there was no denying the tendrils of forbidden desire that curled around her insides and the knowledge she submitted to these two men. He finished off the last three in quick, hard smacks. The tears streamed down her face, and she tried to hold in her sobs. Her mouth popped open when he shoved two fingers back into her pussy.
“Mmmm, you’re sopping wet, baby. If I didn’t know any better I’d think you like the pain.” Pumping his digits in and out of her caused her fingers to curl into the granite flooring, and a moan spilled from her. While Stellan fucked her pussy with his fingers Dietrich slowly crooked his finger for her to come forward. Stellan must have seen the action because he gave her a reprieve from the pleasurable torture by slipping from her body. Going to rise had him shaking his head firmly.
“You’ll come to me on your hands and knees.” Crawling to him had her acutely aware that her breasts swayed and her slick pussy lips rubbed together. She didn’t need to look behind her to see Stellan was right there, watching her. Face heating at the knowledge of how she must look, Blythe pressed on. When she was before Dietrich she stayed on her hands and knees and waited for him to dish out his next order. Just the thought of his husky deep voice telling her what to do did something wicked to every erogenous zone on her body.
“Such a pretty ass, querida.” Stellan placed a hand on each cheek and pulled them apart. Her heart thundered when he brushed a finger over her anus. “I’m going to fuck you so hard.” In the next instant the tip of his cock was at her pussy. She expected him to thrust in, but he didn’t. Dietrich leaned forward, and Blythe held her breath. His face was inches from hers, and they shared the same air. His tongue came out, and he ran it up first one cheek then the other, licking away the wetness her tears made. When he pulled away it was only to keep an inch between them. Stellan’s large hands took hold of her hips, and he plunged into her. The stretch and burn from his penetration had fresh tears tracking down her cheek. Dietrich leaned forward and licked those away, too.
In and out Stellan slammed his dick into her. His fingers dug into her hips, no doubt leaving bruises. Blythe wasn’t used to sex this rough, but flares of pleasure burst inside of her each and every time his pelvis connected with her ass. Stellan was so powerful and intense that she couldn’t stop the tortured moans that spilled from her. Dietrich cupped the back of her head and pulled her forward so she had no choice but to open her mouth and take the cock he offered. She sucked him deep and hard as Stellan fucked her. Bursts of air was forced through her nose as her pleasure tightened in her gut and threatened to explode. Going to pull away from the erection in her mouth proved fruitless when Dietrich tightened his hold on her. Using her hair in his fist as leverage he bobbed her head up and down for several more strokes before ripping her mouth from him. She sucked in air and tilted her head back as ecstasy washed though her.
“I’m going to come, Sir.” A hand held her chin immobile and forced her head in the position he wanted. The stern look on Dietrich’s face froze everything inside of her.
“No, you will not.” Dietrich’s hard, cold words had heat and ice going through her simultaneously.
“That’s it, baby.” Stellan brought his hand down on her ass, and the sound of flesh meeting flesh filled the room. “Christ.” That lone word spilling from Stellan’s mouth seemed to spur him into a fit of wild need. He slammed into her, hitting the very center of her, which caused her eyes to widen and her mouth to drop open.
“Master…”
Dietrich reached down and pulled at her nipple. He tugged the flesh taut then twisted it between his thumb and forefinger.
“Ask me to come. Beg me for it.” Dietrich pulled at her other nipple again and again until tears pooled in her eyes from the agony/ecstasy. He smoothed his hand down until it circled her throat. He tightened his hold slightly, not enough to cut off her airway or frighten her, but enough to show her who was in charge. He exerted his dominance, and she reveled in it. “Beg me for it, pet.” His mouth was so close that she wanted his lips on hers, challenging her, giving her everything.
“Please, may I come, Master?” The words were a strangled gasp from her as Stellan fucked her relentlessly, and Dietrich tortured her nipples in ecstasy.
“Look at me.” She stared into his eyes that no longer looked blue, but like onyx in the shadowy room. “Does my girl want to come?”
She could have screamed from the unfairness of it all. “Yes, Master.”
“Tell your Sir what you want. Ask him.” This was like one big fucked-up game, but Blythe loved it. Her arms and legs shook from the force of holding off her orgasm.
“Sir, may I come?” The last word hitched as he hit her G-spot, and her eyes rolled in the back of her head. Stellan took hold of her hair and wrenched her head back. Dietrich took the opportunity to run his tongue up her throat. Oh. My. God.
“Tell me you’re my slut.” With her head turn to the side and Stellan’s face mere inches from hers she could smell the sex and sweat that surrounded them.
“I’m you’re slut, Sir.”
He slapped her ass. “Fucking come, querida.” That was all she needed to hear. The orgasm that tore through her had bright lights flashing through her vision. Tingles moved through her veins, stealing all conscious thought until she didn’t even realize where she was any longer. As her high started to descend she became aware of what was happening. Stellan cursed behind her, filthy, foul language that turned her on even more. Dietrich whispered what a good girl she was, how responsive and perfect she was for them. Stellan pumped into her three more time before bottoming out inside of her and groaning out his orgasm. For several long moments all that could be heard was their combined breathing. Her knees gave out, and she started to fall, but strong arms gripped her waist and lifted her easily. The scent of Stellan invaded her, but then Dietrich’s spicy scent filled her nose. Stellan held her tightly in his arms for only a second before he set her in Dietrich’s lap. The gentleness of the way Stellan brushed his hand over the side of her face and brought his lips to hers further filled her with euphoria.
“You are such a good girl, querida.” Stellan kissed her once more before he disappeared into the bathroom. Why hearing him say that brought her so much pleasure was beyond her, but it was the truth, and Blythe realized she never wanted it to end.
Chapter Nine
Blythe rested her head on Dietrich’s chest and closed her eyes. Exhaustion settled in her bones, and she inhaled deeply. His hardness could be felt beneath her ass, and she shifted. He tightened his hand on her tender hip to still her.
“Shhh, relax, pet.” The rhythmic stroking of his hand going through her hair had her doing exactly what he said. “You make me happy.” It was a bit strange hearing him say those words, but comforting and welcome in the same breath. “Come on.” He lifted her easily into his arms and strode to the bed. After laying her on it he stripped out of his suit. To think all of what just happened had been done while he still wore a three-piece suit. The play of his muscles under the lighting as he peeled away each layer had her body heating all over again. The soreness between her thighs was overshadowed by the steady pulse of blood flowing to her clit and nipples. Just like Stellan he was big: wide shoulders, defined pecs, narrow waist, and a six-pack. The V of muscle that led to his groin was impossibly defined and was like an inverted triangle pointing to his incredibly hard, thick, and long cock. For several long moments he did nothing but stand at the foot of the bed and stare down at her body. He ran his eyes up and down her nude form, focusing on her tits and pussy.